Ok creepier poem time,
Lock eyes,
from across the room.
Down my drink,
as the rhythms boom.
Take your hand,
and skip the names.
no need here,
for the silly games.
Make our way,
through the smoke and crowd.
The club is the sky,
and I'm on your cloud.
Move in close,
as the laces fly.
Our bodies touch,
and the angels cry.
Leave this place,
go back to yours.
Our lips first touch,
outside your door.
The whole night,
what we got in store.
Whisper in my ear,
that you want some more.
AND I, JIZZ IN MY PANTS.
